On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

In the dazzling lights of the nightlife scene, a fiery red figure deliberately approaching him illuminated Si Qing's dark and deep pupils.

The delicate lines of the slip dress accentuate the girl's radiant and graceful curves. The side slit reveals her slender and straight legs, which are partially hidden as she walks, exuding a warm and alluring charm, swaying gracefully.

Si Qing remained unmoved, coldly withdrawing his gaze.

As Yu Jinzhao walked up behind Si Qing, the closer they got, the more intense the aura of unapproachable wilderness emanating from the man's bones became.

He kept his head down, which piqued Yu Jinzhao's interest.

The saying goes, "Do what you love, love what you do." How can he keep guests with his shy and timid demeanor?

Since she's not going to live much longer anyway, I might as well train her a bit. Maybe when Song Jingshu comes over for some entertainment, I can even give her a discount.

Consider this the legacy she left for Song Jingshu.

The girl licked her lips, and her flawless white arms naturally climbed up Si Qing's back, moving closer to him from behind, her red dress brushing against his black trench coat with a seductive touch.

The deep blackness lingers, echoing the vibrant red.

then.

She lowered her head slightly, leaning close to his ear, her fox-like eyes holding a cool yet alluring light. When she spoke, her delicate, sweet voice was soft and captivating.

"Hey bro, are you waiting for someone?"

Si Qing didn't even look at her directly. The cigarette between his fingers was still burning. Yu Jinzhao was moving around recklessly behind him, and she could easily get burned if she wasn't careful.

He casually tossed the cigarette at his feet and stomped it out.

"What do you think?"

The man spoke with a standard Beijing accent, each word uttered with a slow, deliberate, and leisurely air.

Listen closely, and you'll hear the chill of winter snow, a kind of disdainful indifference that doesn't care about anyone.

Yu Jinzhao is alluring, bright and seductive. Her voice is pure and charming, and her fox-like eyes have earned her the reputation of being a natural-born femme fatale.

She could attract men just by standing there doing nothing, let alone when she took the initiative to flirt with them; her inherent seductive charm was even more overwhelming than usual.

If it were any other man, he would have been powerless to resist.

But he acted as if he had absolutely no interest in her.

With this kind of work attitude, how can it be acceptable?

This needs to be corrected!

Yu Jinchao's soft hand traced the sexy, powerful lines of the man's back, wrapped around his neck, and gently scratched his chin with her fingertips.

"Then look at me when you speak." Her eyebrows were delicately drawn, like those of a mischievous little fox.

"Call me 'sister' and I'll treat you to a drink!"

Her warm breath, carrying the sweet fragrance emanating from the girl herself, caressed the man's ear tenderly, an extremely alluring touch.

Si Qing tilted his head slightly, revealing the clearly defined veins on his snow-white and sexy neck, which rose and fell alluringly with each breath.

He used his fingertips to unbutton a few buttons on his collar, then grabbed her wriggling wrist and, with a little force, pressed the girl against his lap.

The man's strong wrist, wrapped with black Buddhist beads, pressed against Yu Jinzhao's soft lower back. The tingling, slightly itchy sensation made Yu Jinzhao involuntarily tense up and quicken her breathing.

I rub.

This is not within the scope of her script. He was acting shy just now. Could it be that he was playing hard to get with her?

Yu Jinzhao composed herself, instinctively feeling disgusted by being touched by the man. She tried to get up, but he held her down firmly.

She looked up at him with displeasure.

The bar was dimly lit, and he was wearing a hat, so his face was almost completely hidden in the shadows under the brim.

With his shirt collar half-open, one could vaguely see a black mole between his collarbones.

Her gaze froze; in her memory, Si Qing also had a mole on his collarbone that looked exactly like his…

Suddenly, his Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, his pulse pulsated, and the mole below trembled slightly. A deep, sexy laugh came from beside him.

"You've got guts."

He raised his hand and lifted her chin, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?"

His fingertips seemed to have a rough callus as he pressed against her delicate chin skin, the sensation making it hard to distinguish between numbness and pain.

Yu Jinzhao's heart skipped a beat.

His voice... seemed somewhat familiar?

This feeling of déjà vu made her instinctively nervous, and she couldn't help but want to run far away.

She instinctively flinched, but the large hand on her waist wouldn't let her move an inch.

The man's hands were large, bony and beautiful, with clearly visible veins beneath the thin, white, and translucent skin, exuding a sense of vigorous strength.

He had complete control over her slender waist, and he could firmly grasp the subtle emotions conveyed by every change in the weight of the girl's breath.

The next moment, he picked up the drink from the bar with one hand and handed it to her.

He gently raised his wrist, gesturing for her to drink it.

She picked up her glass, took a small sip, and immediately felt the spiciness in her throat, coughing lightly.

She clearly heard the man chuckle softly, seemingly mocking her for daring to offer him drinks with her limited alcohol tolerance.

Yu Jinzhao gripped the wine glass tightly, ready to perform a show of drinking it all in one gulp.

Just as she was about to drink, the man next to her stopped her.

Beneath the brim of his hat, the man's thin lips were cold as he said with certainty, "You're not good enough."

You're no good, your whole family is no good!

Yu Jinzhao glared and tilted his head back to drink it all in one gulp.

After drinking the strong liquor, Yu Jinzhao didn't feel anything at first, but perhaps due to psychological factors, she felt herself getting aroused again.

Looking at the man in front of her, who wore Buddhist prayer beads and was as indifferent as a cold-hearted deity, she narrowed her eyes, her gaze somewhat unfocused, yet also showing a hint of amusement.

With such a cold attitude, he really needs to be disciplined.

Thinking this, she wrapped her arms around Si Qing's neck, leaned close to his ear again, and mischievously breathed on the back of his neck, "What's your name?"

He fiddled with the black Buddhist prayer beads, remaining unmoved, then touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue and said with a half-smile,

"Take your hat off for me, and I'll tell you, okay?"

Yu Jinchao frowned, sensing a hint of seduction in his voice.

It seems that he has finally figured it out with her help.

Then help him take it off, mention your best friend's name so he remembers to pay it back, and then leave.

Thinking this, he raised his hand and took off his baseball cap.

"Boom."

At that moment, a more intense song played on the bar stage, and the bizarre lights around them clashed even more intensely and glaringly. Yu Jinzhao closed his eyes.

After a while, she opened her eyes slightly to adjust. A white light flashed from the side, and the shimmering fragments of light fell from the handsome eyebrows of the man in front of her, passed through the clear and distinct lines of his nose, and then fell to the corner of his slightly upturned lips. He entered Yu Jinzhao's sight in such a bewitching way.

Yu Jinzhao's eyes met his, and his fox-like pupils dilated in shock. "You..."

Si Qingsheng had a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to look at dogs with deep affection, but his facial features were hard, his eyebrows were high, and when the corners of his eyes were lowered, they were as cold as icicles under the eaves in March, chilling to the bone.

He leisurely watched the girl's smile freeze for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

"Si Qing".

He was clearly answering Yu Jinzhao's question; his tone was low and slow, utterly devoid of warmth.

"Your husband."